That point in the fic where Mycroft stops calling Lestrade “Detective Inspector” and starts calling him “Gregory.”


  • 14 years old: I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.
  • 17 years old: Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
  • 21 years old: What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?

But then there’s no guarantee that you two will work well together, and thank God we have, really, you know.

My level of sarcasm’s gotten to a point where I don’t even know if I’m kidding or not.